Early morning and The Kills are draped across their chairs like recently dis-interred corpses, cringing at the daylight. Getting up this early is not cool. Nor is the beaming sun, apparently. ‘I hate sunshine so much,’ says Alison Mosshart. ‘I can only cope with it when it’s bitterly, bitterly cold.’ Jamie Hince laughs at her. ‘You sound like Lux Interior from The Cramps. He used to carry around a parasol because he said that a suntan was incompatible with rock’n’roll.’ ‘The sun,’ says Alison sententiously, dragging on a cigarette, ‘gives you cancer.’